"Love, Cough, & a smoke, can't well be hid."
-Benjamin Franklin
Grace Roberts' PoV:
A f*****g headache once again.
By the time it hit me that the sensation of a bulldozer walking over my head was a headache, I was wide awake.
My head moved around slowly, afraid that one wrong direction and the headache will shoot to its extent. However, that didn't stop me from oddly checking out the unfamiliar surrounding and the bed I wanted to slump back into.
My thoughts weren't exactly pleasant when I decided to ignore the pain in my head and snap it around me checking if I was clothed or did I end up f*****g Dominic.
Thank Goodness I hadn't, and my clothes were perfectly present on my body. Well not perfect, since they were badly wrinkled.
Are you sure you're thankful for that? - a faint thou
